Archive for February, 2008

confession

I have not left the house ONCE today, not even a STEP outside. This sort of behavior is to be expected on weekends, but a weekday? eek. I didn’t have to work at Starbucks and the boys got a snow day today and well, that leaves me here. Can’t you just hear it now, “All by myself, don’t wanna be, all by myself….”, oh Celine. There were chocolate chip pancakes (for Loren), much knitting accomplished, the finishing of Season 6 of Gilmore Girls and some Facebook Scrabble. At about 6 PM I thought I was going to go crazy if I didn’t GET out, but alas I think it is not meant to be. I have to open for Starbucks tomorrow so it will be an early night anyway, as will tomorrow night. Half of me is clamoring to get OUT, see other PEOPLE, but the other half is liking all the naps, and the wearing of pjs all day long. I think it is good for me to learn how to be by myself, as I’m unabashedly “extrinsic”, thank you Myers-Briggs, so I’m always seeking company. Usually when I’m alone I start to get depressed, so I’m trying really hard to teach myself to be okay. So if you’re in the neighborhood, and don’t mind hanging with me while I’m dressed in my pjs and have on no make-up, please do stop by!

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just the teensiest bit of heartless

I may have forgotten to mention that I’m living with one of these now

and by “one of these” I mean a dog with limited licking capability. Who invented these dish thingies anyways? Who was all, “AHA, if we arrange this plastic like SO, the dog will not be able to lick its wounds”?

While I feel bad about the number of pictures I took of poor Koda, I really think it’s okay to have a little chuckle at her expense. If I had a plastic dish around my neck and was still able to do this

I’d totally give you permission to laugh at me. Heck, I’d be laughing at me, because, really? who licks their own foot? And goodness knows I wouldn’t look half as cute as she does.

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This is me not over-thinking

5 Things I Could Consume For Forever If I Were To Be Limited To Eating Only 5 Things For Forever

1. Cornflakes.  Don’t EVEN get me started
2. My mom’s Chicken Salad Recipe (world famous!), which I happened to make for dinner tonight, yum!
3. Peanut Butter.  on. EVERYTHING.  Or maybe just the chocolate
4. Dr. Pepper.  I think you knew that.
5. Milka Milk Chocolate Bars

Your turn!  What 5 things do you LOVE to consume?

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Not the Car Again!

My xanga entry average isn’t doing so well. I haven’t had much xanga fodder lately.
I may have forgotten to mention that Cecilia and I were going to Pennsylvania this weekend. Well we did. Though I do my best not to offend, that state is SO bleak in the winter, sorry to you native Pennsylvanians. I had a wonderful time getting to know C’s Aunt Pat and refreshing my ski skills. But seriously? I’ve been in the car for a total of nearly 14 hours this weekend! Not all of that was the trip to Pennsylvania of course, but sheesh.

I think I think too much. My mind is ALWAYS running, and, let me tell you, it’s tiring business. I tend to drive myself crazy. If anyone ever gets their hands on my journals (after I die), they will find a huge cycle of crazy talk. A male coworker complimented me this week and, well, it was so unexpected, and caught me so off-guard. I can’t stop thinking about it, wondering if it’s true and over-analyzing. Thank you J from Starbucks, no matter what your motivation, you’ve given me a lil boost of confidence.

I’m off to bed, thankful that this is a four-day workweek, that I’m not sleeping on a deflating air mattress and that I can finally charge my cell phone.

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Newsflash

I really like working out. As in I de-iced my car twice in order to work out like. Who knew?

I’m totally stumped on my next directions for my knitting project, which really stinks. I keep reading them over and over, hoping to get some clarity, but there is no clarity here, still quite foggy. Must reject the idea of driving ALL the way to Old Town Alexandria (in the freezing rain) in order to ask the friendly people at Knit Happens (my knitting mecca) what the heck my directions mean so I can move on, renew my knitting fervor. What will I do?

The more I watch, or re-watch, Gilmore Girls, the more I adore it. There was a point last night where I not only laughed out loud, but snorted out loud. It was THAT funny.

Koda was locked in my boss’ closet all day today and I had no idea, I was just sitting in the basement, knitting away and watching GG. oops

I had a dream last night that a friend from college was assigned to make his own action figure. I kept wondering about where one goes to have their hypothetical action figure made into a real-live action figure. Is there a store that does this for you? His action figure had a really big head, I think it was supposed to be a robot.

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edit: not having to work tomorrow + knitting obsession + Gilmore Girls Season 6 = me up at almost MIDNIGHT on a weeknight wondering if I’ve given myself carpal tunnel.

Obsessively Crazy

I don’t know if you pick up on the somewhat subliminal messages I send out across the world wide web or not. The undercurrent of most of my posts is this little fact: I’m crazy. Part of this gift (not affliction!) of mine divulges itself through my obsessions, and, oh, there are so many! Currently, it is knitting. I can’t get enough of it, which is unfortunate, because it tends to be an expensive hobby if you are looking to make nice things for people you love. But you lay all that money down and figure, this will keep me busy for the next couple of months and eventually I will have EVERY SIZE KNITTING NEEDLE and perhaps a ball of every kind of yarn as well. Seriously even thinking about owning ALL the yarn in the world makes me pee my pants, that would be awesome. totally. Anyway, once I start a new knitting project, well, that’s when things get a tad out of hand. I start hating the fact that I need sleep, SLEEP, people, the thing I blog about most, the one true love of my love (after Jesus). Because sleep REALLY gets in the way of my NEW knitting project and we can’t have that. Of course if I gave up sleep in order to knit, my project would be done in no time and I’d have nothing to not sleep for, but obviously logical thinking is not welcome here. I’d hate to think how my projects would turn out if I were to work on no sleep. Most likely they’d resemble Picasso paintings. Another conundrum I find myself in when looking to start a new project is figuring out what to knit next. I’ve done your basic scarf, made mittens, (which have yet to be finished) and another scarf. I’m not sure I want to get into the whole I-knit-to-clothe-myself phase. I rather like my I-knit-to have-neat-one-of-a-kind-accessories stage, it suits me. I don’t know, doesn’t the thought of a homemade knitted sweater give you the heebie jeebies?
I picture something like this

I mean, who wouldn’t love opening one of those gems on Christmas Day? Can you appreciate the work that went into those details?
Maybe I’ll hold out on the knitting of adult fashion sweaters for now.

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AUSTRALIA-BOUND

Okay, so I feel as though I haven’t said much about the fact that I’m going to Australia in, oh, 112 days. Not that anyone is counting down. And when I say “haven’t said much”, I mean haven’t mentioned how ABSOLUTELY ECSTATIC I am. This much excitement? it causes freakish things to happen, like wrinkles in time and spontaneous combustion. As you saw in my last post, I checked out a couple books from the library, where I had to wait in line for 15 minutes (!!), on Australia. Sunday night I went through those books, especially the sections on Sydney. Sydney is the part of our itinerary not covered by our tour, so I need to find accommodations and things to do/see while we are there. The first 2/3 of our trip “down under” will be spent on a young-adult tour with Contiki. This will be so great, in case you need convincing. It felt reassuring and final to buy the international tickets and pay the deposit on the tour, it meant we were REALLY going. THEN, when I told Alex, it REALLY, REALLY felt like we were going, as I now had a partner in crime a.k.a. elation, one ALWAYS needs a partner-in-elation. Alas, there was much still to do. Tonight, I’ve accomplished all but ONE of those things left to do, YAY. It REALLY, REALLY, REALLY feels like we are going, as we now have tickets to L.A. and places to stay every night but one (any suggestions on a cheap hotel in Brisbane?). I feel like a tour guide.

I’m currently sitting in bed, surrounded by books, and watching “Anne of Avonlea” on VHS. Have I ever told you how pampered I feel to watch t.v. in bed? I know it’s bad for you, but it feels SO good. I love how on the first AoA tape, in the beginning, Marilla and Anne are talking and giving all this background, it makes me want to chuckle and say, “you silly girls, I already KNOW Gilbert’s dad was Marilla’s beau”. And who gets engaged and doesn’t tell her MOST KINDRED SPIRIT? oh Diana. and Rolly Polly Fred Wright. Don’t you think Morgan Harris looks like Robert Redford? yum.

Last night I tried to go to bed at 8:30. yeah, didn’t fall asleep until close to midnight. sleep, how you elude me!

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Addiction

Someone has a problem with library books. It could be considered an affair, I suppose.

I wonder if NYC takes offense at the “free and dirt cheap” on the book third from the top. NYC’s a “lady of the night” apparently.

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kicking my own butt

That’s right, I said it. This morning I woke up and decided I would go work out. Working out and I, well we’ve had an off-again, on-again relationship over the last 10 years. I’ve decided it is because I am a commitment-phobe when it comes to exercise, which I’m sure has something to do with the fact that at some point in my early childhood I was hurt by exercise, it neglected me and now I’m dealing with my under-riding hostility towards it. After hearing a bit about stair running, I thought I’d try it out. I’ll take a moment now to allow you to recover from your laughter. OH.MY.GOSH. It’s HARD, harder than jogging, I’ll tell you THAT much. I was ready to quit after the stinkin’ warm-up! I seriously ran the stairs for 5 minutes before deciding I’d rather jog, which is saying A LOT, because I really don’t enjoy running. My knees give out when I merely THINK about stairs. I am not too proud to admit I got my butt kicked today.

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ps. HOW could I forget? HAPPY GROUNDHOG DAY! One of my favorite holidays, most definitely.
“needle-nose Ned, Ned the Head”, the Pennsylvania Polka, “Morons, your bus is leaving”

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